You are frantic. You are operating at a low-grade panic. Everything is happening ALL AT ONCE and you want to do all of it, but you're only human, after all.

All the things you want to get done and can't.

All the things that are happening and you just want to lie down and take a nap, for the love of God.

You wake up and you are running before your feet even touch your bedroom floor in the morning.

You can feel your body crunching in upon itself. You are protecting yourself from the assault of the world around you.

Because it is an assault.

It feels like war.

The unexpected guest at work throws you for a loop, makes you duck. Makes you want to lash out in response.

You've packed food for the day or the week or for however long like a soldier rationing food.

Most of all, you feel that your body cannot rest, ever. Even when you lie down on your bed at night, you cannot even begin to unravel the way your tendons have tied you up in knots. You lie there for a moment before realizing that even as you prepare to truly rest, you are holding yourself in an impossible position.